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#Venres de #michis (em Porto do Son, Galicia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CofS8avMFES/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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im sick so im thinking about sick m3gatron, with her fans clicking and going skreeee like a badly oiled machine and her vents fully opened but Doing all this weird loud noises, like the noise a laptop makes when u render a heavy scene in cycles, and she's running Warmer than usual. like if u get close u can feel the warm air from. Her vents , she's also sluggish and ignoring every symptom like a champ 🙏
#.txt#and then ippy gives her an earful bc she hasnt been cleaning her venrs as regularly as she should and now all that dirt and grime is l#clogging jp her vents#i dont loke it when mechs sneeze or cough i think their bodies would just make a lot of racket when sick#like purring bjt more aggressive and loud and
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I can't even say that no one cared abt me bur it still feels lonely being surrounded by peiple yet never feeling like anyone's there for me but OK im@hungry and my stomach is dying
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I was not born to live in community actually because I keep having anxiety attacks about micro stuff from my local life, how am I supposed to do macro big activism stuff
#from the pit in the backyard#sorry but like I keep forgetting not everyone is insanely mentally I'll and filled with anxieties#I just cant do activism I dont have the anything for it#and when I see other people doing stuff I forget they probably dont have the same problems as me#vent#venr post#sorry rhis feels random but its 5 am and I just needed to ramble it out#I lived for months getting at least 2 panic attacks per week I cant go back to doing that
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proz of my mom beinf gon 4 a few dayz:
SHE IZNT HERE
no MOM
YAYAYAYAYAYYA
CONZ. GROSS CONZ.:
I CNAKT SEE MY FRIEND HEKlwosowpxkoekxoeKSKAPSKWOFNJENDJEKDOXNKSLAPDMDNCNFNFMDJXJ,K,O,O,OPSPSPLEL3MDMEKDKRJDLAPFLA
#vnet#venr#vent#:3#KOLL ME. I NEEF 2 SEE MY FREND. I CNAT HANDLEMD JSUT TALKIGN 2 MY BROTJER.#KILLZ ME
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Tanel Veenre - JUUL: München vom 25.04. bis 01.06.2024
Seit vielen Jahren plant die Galerie Biro bereits die Ausstellung mit Tanel Veenre. Dass sie direkt im Anschluß an die Ausstellung SOULMATES zur SCHMUCK 2024 stattfinden würde, war nicht voraussehbar und ist nun aber doch eine Koinzidenz, der mit spannungsvoller Freude entgegen geblickt werden kann. Tanel Veenre stand, als einer der ersten Studenten von Kadri Mälk an der Akademie in Tallinn,…
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#Angela Böck#angewandte Kunst#Broschen#Galerie Biro#Handwerkskunst#Juwelen#Kadri Mälk#Lippen#LUUL#München#Schmuck#Schmuckkunst#Sinnlichkeit#Soulmates-Ausstellung#Strahlkraft#Tallinn#Taneel Venre#Unikat
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literally hilarious that they think the tension in our relationship is bc i have a crush on them…like babes…you not liking me back is like last on the list of your frustrating behaviors. don’t worry! this has been eye opening ! in a bad
#this kind of shit makes me just want to crawl neck into tbs and#and be like ok. i am home now#mine#e#deardiary#late night posting#personal#venr
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my mom hates my guts now because of a slip up but we stay silly :3
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"say something,
you can't just do this
say something,
cuz you're someone i'd miss"
tell me then,
where were you when i needed you to understand?
tell me then,
why is putting myself first something to reprimand?
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velv&venr
#trolls 3#trolls band together#velvet and veneer#velvet trolls#trolls veneer#trolls fanart#trolls velvet#veneer trolls#keep seeing ppl draw them pasty white with straight fluffy hair#NOOO their hair is licorice#theyre blasian in my eyes.
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if i ever rb smth from u onto my venr acc idm if you look at it however don't question anything i say on there .
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venr
Why does it matter if I die at the age I'm at? Why does it matter if I die at 27? Or 53? Or whatever fucking age ill die. Why doesn't it just hapoen. I don't see the point on living anymore, everyday I think about hurting myself or killing myself, and I'm scared to tell people tgat. I can't go to my parents, my father's gonna think I need to be tied down to a bed or something
I can't even be honset about where the sources of my self hatred comes from with my family. Father is transphobic and has a strong dislike for gay people but days he has no problem with them (let's forget all the colorful things he's said about trans and gay peiple) and I'm not going to my mother. She's broken my trust twice with telling him shit I thougt I couldhave trusted her with
Outing me about being gay and then trans, thank you mother. So much, shows how much I should trust you. But llets not forgot, father said people who kill themselves are weak! Ahh, yippie, he wouldn't miss me much if I did kill myself. He's made that very apparent. I can't get out of my head, I just want everything to go black and for everthinf to stop
I can't even understand myself, it hurts to think. I feel like falling over to I have nothing to do. I have nothing to do to take my mind off of the things I wanna di. I can't just listen to music, or draw, or go outside, it go on a walk, because I'm not talking to soneone. I'm still stuck in my head, I still wanna fie. Have been gebn making empty promises this hole time??
I keep telling people I know not to hurt or kill myself, but do I really?? Why else would I know how to hide and clean self harm cuts?? Mathbe dying is the cowards why out, I don't care. If it gets my head to stop hurting, please. I know it's a long term solution for something that hopefully won't last long, but that can't convince me not to do it.
I don't even know if I will, I don't wanna be a liar to the people I care about. They've put so much time and effort to bond with me, it would be so selfish if I did hurt myself or something. I would be a coward who's selfisj. Maybe father is righr. I wanna go to bed but I have to go visit my gresrgrandfstgrr and watch him eat chili the whole time.
I feel like throwing up, I don't know wsyt to do, it's getting harder to ignore the tjoughs. I just want real hugs, I wanna be held. But I'm scared to ask. I don't want father questioning 'whag the fucks wrong with you' or a 3 hours long lecture about how life is just to have kids and pass your ideas on. Is that so hard to ask??
Maybe I can tell my mother kater. I don't know, I feel really weeak
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